Louis Renault

He may not have been everybody’s tasse de thė but the fate of Louis Renault seems to have been a little severe even by the standards of 1944. After founding the great automotive empire that bears his name, he was unfortunate enough to end his days in Fresnes prison and nobody is quite sure whether the death certificate was being completely frank in claiming it was just old age. He was exhumed 12 years later and they said it was probably pneumonia, but that wasn’t counting the broken neck.

The Affaire Renault was re-examined several times, and was the subject of a book in French by Jean-Paul Thevenet, which suggests that he was not so much a collaborator as merely imprudent, suffering the fate of many Frenchmen at the end of the war meeting his end at the hands of political enemies paying off old scores. The result, so far as France was concerned, was the creation of the Regie Renault with annual losses that reached £lbn in the 1960s.

Renault got into business with his brothers Marcel and Fernand in 1898, when he took the 1.75bhp engine off his De Dion Bouton tricycle and put it to better use in a four wheel car of his own (above). They set up in Billancourt, and between 1899 and 1901 won lots of town-to-town races. Louis was rather better than Marcel, not only winning more often, but managing to keep out of trouble on the 1903 Paris-Madrid in which Marcel got no further than Couhé-Vérac before being killed. (Marcel on the Paris-Madrid)

Fernand died in 1908 so Renault Frères became SA des Usines Renault with Louis in sole and somewhat autocratic charge. One of his engineers Maurice Herbster said he spoke little, made no jokes, didn’t smoke or drink indeed his only passion, apart from the factory was women, of which he seemed to enjoy a lot.

He hated administration, reduced offices to the minimum, and practically forbade tables and chairs, which he regarded only as an incitement to laziness and idle chat. Supervisors were allowed only a small desk on the factory floor with no chair. Where it was noisy they were allowed a box round the desk, but not big enough for two to stand and talk. Even the toilets were made small to discourage reading the paper.

Louis Renault was arrogant and obstinate. He disliked officialdom, and often quarrelled with it, for example when discussing with the army whether it should have 23 tonne or 13.5 tonne tanks. The army wanted the heavier, Renault favoured the lighter. “Je m’en fous, j’en fais un.” - I’ll make them anyway. And he did.

He was also imprudent. At the 1935 Berlin Motor Show he made no secret of his fascination with Hitler and the power he wielded. He had a two hour interview with The Führer which led to comment in France Soir. As late as 1938 he was talking to Hitler about entente between France and Germany, and was enthusing over the concept of the VW, which he wanted to adopt for France.
(Renault tank assembly - the Wehrmacht used thousands) (Reinastella of 1929, when Renault was up-market)
His reputation as a hard- liner with labour followed an ill-judged attempt to beat a strike in 1936. He tried to persuade the workers that he was going to plough the profits back into new plant and it was not in anyone’s interests to have pay rises or shorter hours. L’Humanité denounced him as an exploiter and he had to concede paid holidays, wage rises, and shorter hours.

Renault’s quarrel with the army was remembered in 1939 when Daladier, then Minister of Defence, bought trucks from the United States and Italy. His factories were requisitioned and in view of his suspected Nazi sympathies, he was dispatched to America. The image of Renault as pro-German was taking hold.

Following the occupation he was able to return and set up a tank repair service for the Germans. He was reinstated at Billancourt and the factory was geared for war production. Thevenet claims it was no more than his obsession with keeping things going that made him do it, but the left-wing movement in France, which made up the core of Resistance fighters, thought otherwise.
(Billancourt head office)
He made the mortal mistake of turning down the idea of a discreet Resistance cell within Billancourt. Told that De Gaulle, then leading the Free French from London, would like one, he remarked unforgivably, “De Gaulle, connais pas,” or roughly translated to modern English, “De Gaulle — Who he?”

Well into his 60s, Renault was now exhausted by the war. The Germans wanted more lorries, he didn’t want to be bombed again and suggested Renault trucks be made with Ford cabs to disguise them. He even tried to organise a strike, but the workforce refused, “Le Patron déraille” — the boss is unhinged.
(Bomb damage, Billancourt)
Following the Liberation, L’Humanité was after Renault again. It recalled the 1936 strike, and claimed that while France had been unable to make any weapons for itself, Renault had been producing them for the enemy since 1940. Under a new decree, L’Ordonnance sur Ia repression des faits de collaboration, L ‘Humanité demanded justice against traitors and profiteers of treason. An anonymous letter in the paper called for his arrest and the removal of his Grand Croix de la Legion d’Honneur.

The Berliet family had also been arrested and their truck factory taken over, De Gaulle managing to overcome his distaste for nationalisation by simply looking the other way. Louis Renault was taken to Fresnes prison “for his protection”, where he was guarded by the FTP resistance fighters, his traditional adversaries, not by the regular authorities. It was a brutal regime in Fresnes and his wife found him on several occasions suffering from beatings. By October 1944 he was seriously ill and two psychiatrists diagnosed senile dementia, yet there were inexplicable delays in getting him to hospital.

The official account of what happened to him is vague; the pages in the prison records dealing with Louis Renault are missing.

He died on October 24th.
(Post-war Quatre Cheveaux - the French were so keen on it they kidnapped the imprisoned Dr Porsche to help with the design)
Louis' family remained dissatisfied over the cause of death, and in 1956 his body was exhumed. Forensic evidence suggested pneumonia; there were no skull fractures even though his wife testified he had suffered severe head injuries. It was confirmed however, that there was a fracture of the cervical vertebra, consistent with a rabbit-punch to the back of the neck.

In 1949 an official enquiry found little evidence against Renault himself conceding that he had had little choice but to work for the Germans, and probably his worst fault was his obsession with his factory. A former colleague Fernand Picard observed wryly after Renault’s death, “He was hard, almost inhuman, he was so determined and his lifelong passion was the Usine Renault. Nothing else mattered to him.” Forty years later, he confided, “To have accused him of loving the Germans is absurd. Louis Renault never loved anyone.”
(Racing Renault. Later version of the 1906 grand prix car)

Renault does not get much out of motor racing.

It has been winning grands prix since 1906 and its engines were 1st, 3rd, 5th, 8th, 13th and 16th in Abu Dhabi. (Right: Vettel, heroic third place) In 35 years it has won more F1 titles than anybody (nine drivers’, ten constructors’) and is the leading manufacturer of single seaters, although the Formula 1 operation is based firmly at Enstone in heart of England. Renault has a longer pedigree than Ferrari, Mercedes-Benz or Honda yet glory somehow eludes it. When a Lotus-Ford won a grand prix Ford gained a halo. When a Lotus-Renault scores the first win for a Lotus in 25 years scarcely anybody notices the engine. Everybody knew Jim Clark’s Lotus 49 had FORD on the cam covers when he won the Dutch Grand Prix in 1967. Nobody knows Kimi Raikkonen had a Renault RS27 V8, so there will be no footfall in Renault dealers’ showrooms to follow. Astonishingly the team changed its name to Lotus only last year. It started as Toleman, then Benetton with Ford and BMW engines. It had Renault engines from 1995, was officially Renault’s own from 2002 and made Fernando Alonso the youngest world champion in 2005. Then Renault lost heart. It sold the shares to Genii Capital in 2011, which gave it the Lotus identity, and with Raikkonen back has been looking good all season. Accordingly when Renault says it is going to build sports cars with Caterham it hardly causes a stir.
Their agreement apparently, “Reflects a similar passion and expertise in sports and competition cars. The future vehicles will be distinctive, differentiated, and carry the respective DNA of Alpine and Caterham Cars, the automotive division of Caterham Group. They will be built at the Alpine plant in Dieppe, Normandy, in France.” It is a passion that hasn’t produced any Alpines since the 1990s but now Caterham will have 50% of Automobiles Alpine Renault, currently all held by Renault. The Société des Automobiles Alpine Caterham will be created in January and its Dieppe plant will survive. It is all thanks not so much to passion for sports and competition cars, as a subsidy from the French government and the Région Haute Normandie.

Stephen Bayley - The Truth At Last


“Motoring journalists have elaborate expectations often at odds with those of the public. They exist in a world of privileged isolation from the humdrum realities of doing the school run or moving a wheelbarrow to Wales. Instead, they jet business class to Andalucia or the Côte d’Azur to test immaculately fettled and valeted, top-specification new cars in ideal conditions between absurdly expensive restaurants.” There. Somebody had to say it and Stephen Bayley just has in The Telegraph.
He decently admitted to having often been a beneficiary of these indulgencies. So have we all. Stephen’s point was not so much a criticism of motoring journalists as the expected announcement of what I suppose we must now call European Car of the Year (COTY). It would like to be called Everywhere Car of the Year but there are now so many of them it can’t. The Range Rover Evoque recently chalked up its fiftieth award, which included Car of the Year in the UK Auto Express New Car Honours, Scottish Car of the Year, US Motor Trend's SUV of the Year, BBC Top Gear's Car of the Year, Car and Driver Spain Car of the Year, the Design Trophy from l'Automobile in France and a host of cars of the year in China.
There was some logic in motoring journalists electing cars of the year simply because they drive everything and can compare. Yet any self-selecting jury has shortcomings. As Stephen points out it can include a minority of hairy-bottomed examples of the caste, who still believe that the true test of a car is its ability to respond to the throttle in the power oversteer of a four-wheel-drift, as exemplified in the tyre-smoking antics of Top Gear presenters.
This blog has dealt with the anomalies of COTY before, and I agree with Stephen on its errors of judgement like the 1979 Chrysler Horizon, and the fact that Rover has won twice and Renault many more times than Porsche deserves scrutiny. “With six accolades, Renault is second only to Fiat, which has nine. In some ways that is fair because Renault has a fine tradition of innovation in design. But the statistic fails to acknowledge that very few people go to sleep at night dreaming One day I will own a Mégane.”
I also agree that last year’s COTY, the electric Nissan Leaf, is a bold, but misfired, experiment. My views on COTY have been challenged on the grounds that I was never a member of the jury. Fred van der Vlugt invited me soon after creating the award in the 1960s. I was British correspondent of his Autovisie magazine for many years when he took the initiative to consolidate the multiple international awards, but it was before I wrote for anything as influential as The Sunday Times, which he wanted. I joined his panel on Car of the Century many years later.
Rumour suggests yet another UKCOTY initiative is mooted. Not wise. The coinage is not wholly debased. But proliferation would reduce it to small change.

Best chance for another Car of the Year; Range Rover Evoque at Eastnor Castle

Reinastella to Romania


Renault has run the whole gamut of social frontiers. It has been clever with Dacia, what The Times has called the Ryanair of the road, selling the best part of 105,000 in France, more than Fiat, Toyota or Opel. Yet in the 1920s it was, as David Scott-Moncrieff might have put it, “purveyor of carriages to the nobility and gentry.” The grandly titled Reinastella was a straight-eight of 7 litres.

from: Dove Publishing's The Renault File - 1998 click to read The large, charismatic, and expensive 40CV was to have set the pattern for a dynasty of aristocratic Renaults. Its fine mechanical servo brakes, driven off the gearbox were afterwards made under licence by Rolls-Royce, always was fussy about brakes. Sleeve valves were planned to try and keep up with the glamour makes, for which Renault felt itself a match. Silencer cut-outs on some early cars were meant to enhance the effect. Alas the model was in some respects Louis Renault's folie de grandeur. He desperately wanted to match Bentley, Hispano-Suiza, and Mercedes.

After the fall of Louis Renault amid allegations of wartime collaboration, the nationalised Regie Renault was recruited by the rising secretary general of the Romanian communist party, Nicolae Ceauşescu, soon to be president in the council of state and ultimately of the country. The Regie furnished a motor industry making Renault lookalikes, not bad cars for sale in the Eastern bloc, where Trabants were the last word in high-tech quality and reliability.

2009 Dacia Duster driven by Alain Prost in the Trophee Andros The fall of the old regime and Romanian entry to Europe wrought change, Renault took control in September 1999, introducing the Logan in 2004 for sale to East Europe and Russia. This did rather better than expected. One car in three on its home market was a Logan and new models introduced in the West enabled Renault to keep a 22 per cent share of France. The Dacia Sandero (€7,800 - £6740) sells better than the Peugeot 308 or the VW Polo. Roadgoing Ryanairs are flying.

Dacia Logan pick-up

Renault Grand Prix


Renault engines seem to be everywhere in F1. It is hard to believe Renault has been in it for the best part of three decades although, as this item (below, click image to read) from May 1995 shows, it was in motor sport even before grand prix racing.

Renault set up a commemorative expedition to Le Mans in 2006 with “Agatha”, the closest thing to the 1906 racers, all of which have been lost. One of ten built, at $8,500 each for William Kissam Vanderbilt Jr to compete in the Vanderbilt Cup races on Long Island in 1908, Agatha is only 7.4litres but as I discovered aboard the venerable racer leaps off the line with astonishing vigour. With pistons the size of biggish teapots, the crankshaft turns at between 1,200rpm and 1,800rpm, yet pulls with the low-speed strength of a steam engine. Changing gear is ponderous, accomplished with a certain amount of clunking and heaving of the big lever, even in the practised hands of owner German Renault dealer Wolfgang Auge.

Renault Director of PR Tim Jackson lends a hand
The great car’s first owner was Harry Payne Whitney, Vanderbilt’s cousin and heir to a cotton gin fortune. It then passed to mining millionaire Robert Guggenheim, before coming to Britain before the first world war for Lord Kimberley, famous surgeon Sir Harold Gillies, then collector Marcus Chambers of Clapham. The value of all old racing cars collapses when they are no longer eligible for competition, and Chambers, later motor sport manager of the British Motor Corporation (BMC), bought it at the bottom of its cycle. He advertised it in Motor Sport of August 1935 under Veteran Cars as: “1907 Sports Renault, £30 or offer.”

Brothers Anthony and John Mills, named it Agatha, and when Anthony a Royal Air Force squadron leader was killed soon after D-Day it was sold to Charles Dunn until auctioned in 1992 to Wolfgang Auge. It is now almost priceless.

Newly created Renault Sport F1 will supply engines and technology again for 2011. As well as engines it will research transmissions and kinetic energy recovery systems (KERS). The new division is Renault’s response to changing engine regulations, operating from Viry-Châtillon and will supply engines to Red Bull Racing. The 2010 drivers’ and constructors’ world champions has used Renault engines for four seasons and has extended the partnership for a further two. Renault will equip Lotus Renault GP, previously the Renault F1 Team that won world championships in 2005 and 2006 and 1 Malaysia Racing Team (UK) Ltd, a new customer, which made its F1 debut this year. It will have Renault engines and Red Bull Technology transmission.
Renault took part in 29 Formula 1 World Championship seasons, winning nine Constructors’ world champion titles including Red Bull’s this year. Renault engines achieved 23 podium finishes in 2010, including the first three at Monaco and they have won three of the last six world championships.

Motorway driving



This has nothing to do with motorway driving. This is me acting as riding mechanic on the 1906 Grand Prix Renault at Le Mans. (see below)

Scotland on Sunday 27 July 2003

I was driving up the M6 after a two thousand mile round trip mainly on motorways. For the most part the driving was not bad. White Van Man now drives Sprinters at 110mph in the outside lane but except for an articulated truck crossing my path while the driver dived for his Yorkie Bar, or fell asleep, it was pretty well without incident.

Biggest nuisance was the undertaker, left-side traffic stealing through, then pulling in front. One white van passed on the left, swerved over to the outside lane, dodging from lane to lane in a frantic and dangerous bid to get ahead. It made no sense, and made law-abiding drivers wonder where the traffic patrols were.

So what was I doing in the middle lane when there was overtaking space on the left? I like to set the cruise control to an indicated 80mph, that is 77mph for the 10 per cent the law allows, plus a couple of mph to take account of the flatter most speedometers have. At this speed the middle lane of the motorway is comfortable, flyers can fly by on the outside, trucks trundle along on the inside. Everybody, you would think, would be happy.

Not so. Self-appointed guardians of the Highway Code, which says in effect you should always pull over to the left, come up behind at 85mph and make a great display of swerving out to overtake, flash indicators and point leftwards in rebuke. It is never clear exactly what they are mouthing but it seems like indignation. People get shirty if the left lane is unoccupied and there is much flashing of lights, but I am too old and dignified for road rage, and let them get on their high blood pressure way.

I take the view that smooth consistent and predictable behaviour is far better on the motorway (or anywhere else) than dashing from side to side. I am pleased to find the Institute of Advanced Motorists (IAM) supports this. The IAM manual "Pass Your Advanced Driving Test" on the thorny issue of lane discipline says:

"Return to the left when you can, but do not do this over zealously so that you end up constantly skipping from one lane to another. Far too often on motorways you see strings of cars bunched needlessly in the right hand lane queuing up to pass a few people drifting along in the centre lane."

The emphasis is on the over zealous. Unnecessary lane changing can make accidents.

“Drifting along in the centre lane” seems to exclude those, like me, going about their lawful affairs at around the statutory speed limit. Driving experts disapprove of Slow Lane, Middle Lane, and Fast Lane; the outside one is the Overtaking Lane but in theory if the Middle Lane is occupied by 70mph traffic nobody should be overtaking anyway.

The safest roads are those on which all the traffic is doing the same speed. If everybody is bowling along at 50 or 60 or 70 nobody is going to be taken by surprise and leave those lurid skid marks that mean somebody has had a heart-stopping moment or worse. Consistency, changing lane as seldom as possible, and constant monitoring of the mirror are the recipe for motorway safety.

RENAULT RACING



Scotsman Motoring, Eric Dymock 4 May 2006

Renault might look a bit of a Johnny-come-lately to Formula 1, but next month celebrates the centenary of not only grand prix racing, but also its first victory. Perching me high on an antique racing car, with the wind in my face, convinced me of the fortitude of drivers in the heroic age of motor sport. I managed it for several miles; they battled it out on dusty gritty roads in the searing heat of a scorching summer, literally up hill and down dale, for two whole days.

The 1906 French Grand Prix at Le Mans was no hour-and-a-half sprint by Schumachers and Alonsos, cocooned in fire-proof clothing, and strapped into fat-tyred roller skates. A hundred years ago next month, fearless Hungarian Ferenç Szisz and his intrepid riding mechanic Marteau, sat on a swaying one-and-a-half-ton monster with a 13-litre engine, averaging 63mph for the entire 770miles. They reached 100mph, bounced perilously on bone-jarring ruts in the compacted clay surface, scarcely easing up on stretches of railway sleeper roads by-passing villages along the 64 mile course.

Then as now, team managers were up to technical tricks. The flints and the heat shredded tyres; most fatalities in racing followed tyre failure, so in collaboration with Michelin the Renaults’ big wooden artillery wheels had detachable rims. The jantes amovibles were fitted to the back wheels since they wore out faster. Instead of cutting off the worn-out smoking remnants of the old tyres with knives and forcing on new ones, Szisz and Marteau undid eight nuts, and put on a ready-inflated tyre and rim. They were on their way in two minutes instead of their rivals’ ten, and by the end of the first day had 26 minutes in hand. After a second day, despite a last lap nursing a broken spring, they won by half an hour.

Renaults moreover had the first double-acting hydraulic dampers ever used on a racing car, not only for comfort and controllability, but also to spare the tall, narrow and vulnerable tyres.

British carmakers had been suspicious of the French Grand Prix. The Petit Parisien confirmed their doubts about its sporting nature, when it said: “If we win the Grand Prix we shall let the whole world know that French motorcars are the best. If we lose it will merely be by accident…”

The industries were deadly rivals. The British thought the contest would be rigged, so left it to Germany and Italy to enter three teams of three cars, challenging 25 from ten French manufacturers. The race was known simply as The Grand Prix; there was no other. The title meaning big prize, had already been used for the Grand Prix de Pau on 17 February 1901, but it was not applied to anything else until the 1920s.

Officially the Grand Prix of the Automobile Club de France (ACF), the 1906 event was the first great national race, inaugurating a series that has counted towards the drivers’ and manufacturers’ world championships since 1950. The doubts of the British in 1906 were by no means ill founded. The Entente Cordiale had been signed barely two years earlier, but the French motor industry was the biggest in the world, its members formed the nucleus of the ACF, and they had been frustrated by the rules of the Gordon Bennett Cup, the first attempt at international motor races.

This specified one team per country, which seemed unfair to the French, because they had more manufacturers than anybody else. Prompted by the industry that formed the bulk of its membership, the ACF proposed teams for its Grand Prix, entered by make rather than country. The chief protagonists from Italy were Fabbrica Italiani di Automobili Torino (F.I.A.T. forebears of Ferrari) along with Itala, and from Germany the mighty Mercédès. Besides Renault the French teams included Lorraine-Dietrich, Darracq, Gobron-Brillié, Grégoire, Hotchkiss, Clément-Bayard and one of the oldest names in the industry Panhard-Levassor.

Renault’s commemorative expedition to Le Mans used Agatha, the closest thing to the 1906 racers, all of which have been lost. One of ten built, at $8,500 each for William Kissam Vanderbilt Jr to compete in the Vanderbilt Cup races on Long Island in 1908, Agatha is only 7.4litres but leaps off the line with astonishing vigour. The big crankshaft, with pistons the size of biggish teapots, turns only at between 1,200rpm and 1,800rpm, yet pulls with the low-speed strength of a steam engine. Changing gear is ponderous, accomplished with a certain amount of clunking and heaving of the big lever, even in the practised hands of owner German Renault dealer Wolfgang Auge.

The great car’s first owner was Harry Payne Whitney, Vanderbilt’s cousin and heir to a cotton gin fortune. It then passed to mining millionaire Robert Guggenheim, before coming to Britain before the first world war for Lord Kimberley, famous surgeon Sir Harold Gillies, then collector Marcus Chambers of Clapham. The value of all old racing cars collapses when they are no longer eligible for competition, and Chambers later the motor sport manager of the British Motor Corporation (BMC), bought it at the bottom of its cycle. He advertised it in Motor Sport of August 1935 under Veteran Cars as: “1907 Sports Renault, £30 or offer.”

Brothers Anthony and John Mills, named it Agatha, and when Anthony a Royal Air Force squadron leader was killed soon after D-Day it was sold to Charles Dunn until auctioned in 1992 to Wolfgang Auge. It is now almost priceless.

The course of the 1906 race is easily followed. It lies to the east of Le Mans, well clear of the Circuit Permanent de la Sarthe where the Automobile Club de l’Ouest runs the great 24-Hour Grand Prix d’Endurance. Triangular over undulating countryside it goes by the N157 to St-Calais, the D1 to La Ferté Bernard and the Route Nationale N23 back through Connerré to the start-finish line near Le Mans, where the twin tunnels built for spectators to walk from the pits side of the road to the grandstands have been carefully restored